mahares

He is gorgeous as death (...)

“I seized the edge of silence And with the moon as flat as an axe I tore apart your terrifying phantom.”

“But my night can’t be killed by any sun.”

“my sick eyes search for you you are the void and the ash headless bird with wings that beat the night”

“the heart fails you are death in my arms you are death”

“In the middle of a war you think of nothing but how it will end. And put off living. When large numbers of people do that, it creates a vacuum within us which the war flows in to fill. What I regret more than anything is that, in the beginning, I too gave in to the feeling that for now I was living only provisionally; that true reality still lay ahead of me: I let life pass me by.”

“What remains now is the aftermath — / even that stripped of all its glory.”